The thread hung, as thin as gossamer, as delicate and fragile as a spider’s silken strand.
Dark circles stained the pale skin beneath her eyes, and she ran shaky fingers through forgotten tangles. Long nails snagged within her web of hair, and the softest sigh slipped from desiccated lips as she watched the door through jaded eyes.
Outside, grey clouds filled a grey day and rain spattered the streets, and she knew no one would come.
Still, her fingers clutched the thread, slight and frail, her last thread of hope.
I haven’t written any flash fiction since Christmas, and have missed Lillie Mcferrin’s Five Sentence Fiction greatly, so this is my piece for the prompt Clutch. Hop over to Five Sentence Fiction to read the other great stories.
Haunting! I always love reading your Five Sentence Fiction. 😀
Wow. This paints such a depressing and gloomy picture of life for this woman. I like the slight ambiguity in the story of not knowing why her situation has come to be so dire. I suspect seasonal depression but it leaves the cause entirely to the reader’s imagination. Very gripping stuff.
Since I wrote it, I’ve thought of several reasons for her situation! Though you got my intended reason…
Got to admit to not quite knowing what the thread she is clutching is for, which confused me. But I love the words you used.
I left it ambiguous, so you’ll have to make up your own mind why she’s clutching at the metaphorical thread! 🙂
I loved this, a gentle yet powerful piece.
I love the imagery used. It’s an entire story-and then some- told in just five sentences. Beauty
I love this! A stunningly painted picture of this woman, hanging on to that thread of hope, even when her world is unraveling. Gorgeous writing!!
very moving short story
This is rather a depressing piece from you; I can feel her mood through your beautiful yet haunting imagery. Glad you’re back doing 5SF. xx